Saw Mill
He drank his last shot of whiskey, as the fire raged on
Took a look at his black-stained palms
His old eyes turned misty, as the fire raged on
They'll be sorry when he's gone
Yeah they see no error, in his ways
Yeah they see no error, in his ways
Oh and I, I'll be prayin' to the lord just to save his soul, cause'
He won't do crime, anymore
Took em' to the saw mill
Hid his tracks along the way
And as the paper burned he screamed
I don't need you
I don't need you
Oohhh, and they called him a monster
On the very first page
But how could they, how could they
How could they define a man who loses everything, in such a way?
Cause they see no error, in his ways
Yeah they see no error, in his ways
Oh and I, I'll be prayin' to the lord just to save his soul cause'
He won't do crime, anymore
Took em' to the saw mill
Hid his tracks along the way
And as the paper burned he screamed
I don't need you
I don't need you
Aserradero
Tomó su último trago de whisky, mientras el fuego ardía
Miró sus manos manchadas de negro
Sus viejos ojos se nublaron, mientras el fuego ardía
Se arrepentirán cuando se haya ido
Sí, no ven error en sus caminos
Sí, no ven error en sus caminos
Oh y yo, estaré rezando al señor solo para salvar su alma, porque
Ya no cometerá crímenes
Lo llevó al aserradero
Ocultó sus huellas en el camino
Y mientras el papel ardía, gritaba
No te necesito
No te necesito
Oh, y lo llamaron un monstruo
En la primera página
Pero cómo podrían, cómo podrían
Cómo podrían definir a un hombre que lo pierde todo, de esa manera?
Porque no ven error en sus caminos
Sí, no ven error en sus caminos
Oh y yo, estaré rezando al señor solo para salvar su alma porque
Ya no cometerá crímenes
Lo llevó al aserradero
Ocultó sus huellas en el camino
Y mientras el papel ardía, gritaba
No te necesito
No te necesito